As the young, beautiful Brooklyn walked the streets, going deep into the city. She was lost for a while, but then she realized that she was only walking for fifteen minutes. She huffed and started to turn back to head towards the bar, but she stopped as she saw a woman sprinting around the corner and grabbing her, yanking her into an alleyway. She was tall, a head taller than her, with skin tight black jeans on, an unzipped black hooding with white inside linings. Underneath, she had a right corset that pressed up her large assets. She had what many men would call a perfect body. Hourglass figure, small hip, strong, powerful legs and thighs. The only downside was that she was hiding her head in the hood. The woman put Brooklyn against the wall and hid her face in hers, pressing her lips against Brooklyn's. She felt a tongue slip inside of her mouth and...down her throat...and she felt compelled to grip the woman's sides and kiss back. A few moments later, several officers stepped by with swords in hand. One stopped to look, but did not stray as Brooklyn gripped the woman's arse and pulled her leg up to wrap around the woman's hip. The officer forgot about it and ran on.

After a couple moments more, she disconnected and let Brooklyn catch her breath. "Too close that time..." she said. She lowered the hood and Brooklyn nearly screamed as she saw the woman's head. Long horns with ridges extending from her forehead and extending to the back of her head, dozens of ridges on them as they curled and twisted. They were beautiful and intricate. She had long hair, falling to about the middle of her shoulders, dark red colored. Her face was narrow, but very attractive with magenta eyes. Her lips were plump and juicy. Then it hit her, her legs felt weak. "Thank you, Brooklyn." Alarmed, she asked how the woman knew her name. "As a...lover of magic, I find out many great things from just being around people." She stared at the scarlet haired vixen for a couple moments before she spoke again. "I'm Madeline." She took Brooklyn's hands and shook them. "Wow..." she smacked her lips and smiled. "You...taste fantastic...ya know. I happen to have a friend back at my place...if you want to, you, her, and myself can have some fun...what do you say?" She wanted to run and get away from this woman, but a large part of herself said to stay. Something in her stomach rooted her to the ground. She nodded.

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Forty five minutes later....

Brooklyn stumbled into the bar, as if she was drunk. "Where the hell have you been?!" asked Annabelle. "Gabe has been throwing a fit, he was about to go looking for you!" She and Gabe were at the bar with a couple drinks in their hands.